A void was implanted on me a long time ago when I was born, a long time ago when my parents named me. I inherited that from my father. It makes me shiver at times. I curse my ancestors for the same. Maybe I have something widening in my soul. Maybe at times it makes me fall down. A void. A deep one. I lack something somewhere. I chose to be good, unlike my ancestors. I hide that monstrous creature deep inside of me, hoping that it would die one day , suffocated, dead , lifeless , rotten. And at last make me fill that void with sand and silt , a handful of it , where I can bury that monster, where flowers could bloom instead ; where life takes place and grow.
(Stronger than before, strongest I will be )
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Kintsukuroi
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